Outside Twilight City, hundreds of kilometers from the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, the autumn wind swept the withered leaves into the dried-up moat.
Clad in black robes, the Judges and Divine Scholars had completed their assembly outside the city walls, alongside hundreds of majestic griffins ready for deployment.
Some scratched the hardened ground with their sharp claws, while others arranged their steel-like feathers with their pointed beaks, indifferent to the surrounding atmosphere.
Standing before the assembled griffins, Referee Chief Ximenes slowly put on leather gloves.
Those familiar with him could easily tell that the Chief was in an exceptionally good mood today.
The "clean-up operation" in the Twilight Province was largely completed, and Saint Clement Cathedral had recognized his accomplishments.
Under the wise deployment of Chief Ximenes, heretical elements entrenched in this land had fallen like leaves cut down by the autumn wind, leaving not a trace.
